Forbidden Touch by K. S. Haigwood

basement stairs. He closed the door, but didn't lock it. He wasn't worried about her coming in here, he would actually welcome it, but maybe he was right in guessing that vampires didn't have sex. It would totally suck to look at her beautiful body every night and day and never be able to do what his best friend below his belt clearly wanted to do with her. But he would do it, and enjoy every minute of it. He loved her, but sex would be a huge bonus.
    God, he couldn't get the mental picture to leave his mind now that he'd seen her in so little, and evidently his boy below his waist had the same mental photo in his head as well. The thing sprung up like a catapult being released when he pulled his boxers down. He looked down and sighed. "I'm sorry, boy. It looks as though you are going to be out of commission for a long while." He didn't have the heart to tell it that it may never get back in the game again.
    Mitch turned on the spray and stepped under it before it was warm. "Shit!" he shrieked. His teeth chattered, but there was one good thing about it, his hard-on was going away.
    "Mitch, are you all right?" He froze under the water that was just beginning to get hot. Evidently, hot water and her voice and that damn mental picture, was enough to revive his boy below. Damn! He sighed.
    "I'm all right…the water was cold, that's all," he said.
    She giggled, and it sounded like she had come further into the bathroom. "I hate when that happens."
    His eyes grew wide. She was definitely in the bathroom with him, and it sounded like she was sitting on the toilet beside the shower. He looked down at his boy and begged silently for him to go back to sleep. He couldn't get out of the shower, even with a towel wrapped around him, and hide this. He growled at the thing when it only looked up at him and smiled, if you can imagine a penis smiling. Traitor, he thought, and reached for the body wash.
    He would just pretend that she wasn't in here, and maybe by the time he finished washing his body, his pecker would get bored and go back to sleep. The thing was so hard; it was like he had taken a handful of Viagra. He ignored it and her too, and soaped up his body. Washing the lower half of his body was completely and utterly out of the question. He grunted and turned to face the hot spray to rinse the soap off.
    "Are you sure that you're all right, Mitch?" she said, and he could tell there was amusement in her voice. Did she know how she was torturing him?
    "I'm fine," he managed to get out without biting her head off. He was sure he'd been unaware of his death, and was currently in his own personal hell. This was torture. He cleared his throat, and forced his voice to come out more polite. "I was having trouble reaching a spot on my back, but I got it. All is good now."
    "Are you sure?" His head turned swiftly at her voice behind him. She was in the fucking shower with him. "Because I could help you reach all of those hard to reach spots. That is…if you needed any help." Oh, God, how he needed help.
    His gaze moved from her face, slowly down her naked body. Her breasts were average size, but perky, and very, very perfect. His eyes kept moving of their own freewill, over her flat abdomen, and then finally stopped on the most intimate part of her body. It was bare, and as naked as the day she was born. He almost lost it right there. It had been over seven months since he'd even seen a naked female, but he had never seen one as perfect as her.
    His boy was delighted that she was in the shower with them, and it was clear that he was going to make Mitch miserable later if he didn't let him play with her.
    He closed his mouth, because he was sure there was drool oozing out. He had to ask her, or he had to get the hell out of the shower. "Do uh … does your um ... do vampires have sex?"
    She smiled as she stepped closer to him. He had put his arm on the wall in front of him and he was looking back over his shoulder at her. He tensed as she